Poetry obsessed, in a way I haven’t been since maybe high school.  Seriously…

Playing with rime and form, line length.

Applying this urge and practice to business, with the Trainer role I’m in—  All poetic, but structured.  Maybe.

10:21.  Messaged Nurse and no response.  Working hard, again, poor girl.  And after coming home after 02:00 if memory is a working memory.

Both of us this morning, quiet and slow-moving.  The coffee helped, but only in capped measure.

Not wanting to deal with or talk about those worlds.  So, doing what the Nurse said – Making SELFn happy today.  Huh, imagine that.